Kyle & Dori: YOU SAID BOYFRIEND (Backdated to the 15th)

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Kyle and Dori have a date at the dance. She squees over him using a certain word in conversation with his friends. Rate C for Cute

The big lounge room in the student union had been rearranged to provide for a dance floor, and there was a DJ booth setup in one corner, with one of Mark's "protegees" from Silver already half-perched on a stool, tail whipping around wildly as she spun up some pre-mixed mash-ups.

The dance already had a couple of people at the tables that had been pushed up against the walls and a few mingling outside on a patio area when Kyle and Dori arrived, and Kyle promptly toed off his loafers and handed them over to a young woman behind a table with a sign that said "Shoe / Coat check." and another hand-written paper taped on the sign that said "Closets are for shoes. Fabulous shoes."

"... Does that look like JP's handwriting to you?" Kyle said, after he picked up a pair of coat/shoe check tokens from the woman.

Dori slipped off her own shoes and looked at the sign, “Kind of? I don’t know, I’m not really an expert at that kind of stuff, but it seems like something he’d say,” she said. She was dressed up for this, and even had gone so far as to buy a new dress. It was easier to shop some of the stores in District X, after all, and she had gotten a decent one tailored for pretty cheap.

Text books, after all, had eaten ALL of her summer savings. Which was sad, because there were things she wanted to buy, but education trumped her geeky funtimes. In most cases. “I’m just glad we can turn in our shoes.”

"Anytime I can not wear shoes, get my dance on and piss off bigots all at the same time is good times by me." Kyle agreed. "And it's a pretty cool idea. I mean, the coat check was gonna be there already, and it's like, win-win. People who like shoes can keep their shoes, people who don't like shoes have a safe place to put 'em and everyone's happy." He was very happy. No shoes, cute girl and the music was pretty much guaranteed to not suck.

“Yep!” she agreed, looking around for a moment before taking her date (hee!) by the hand and decided starting to the dance floor was a good idea, “At least the music will be awesome, right?” she said looking over at Kyle and trying her best not to get totally and obviously completely giddy. It was hard. He was just that hot.

"Are you gonna spin around in a circle and go "oh my God College daaaaaance" again?" Kyle said, laughing. "Because if you do, I'm gonna take video." Dori's disbelief was still funny to him, and not yet at the "Whoa, chill." stage. "Cause you look like you're about to spin around in a circle. Did I tell you I was like totally fascinated by that during Yvette's birthday party? Seriously, it was like pineapples and watching you spin around. I was -so- out of it."

"I'm not going to... right now... maybe... at all," she did bounce up and down on her feet a bit. The excitement was really hard to keep bottled in, "We can spin in circles together!"

"Hey, if they do that remix of "You Spin me Right Round" I will be right there on that." Kyle said, laughing and shaking his head a little as they made their way towards a table.

"That would be fun," she said trying not to giggle. Doreen was trying very much to be adult and felt like she was failing at it some. Then again, she always felt like that so at least that she could work with, "And I'm all for fun."

"See, this is why I like you." Kyle said, grinning. His attention shifted to a table across the floor and he waved at a pair of young men holding hands. "Trent! Sang!" He called out, and then practically dragged Dori across the room. "Hey, I thought you guys were broken up or something?" He rolled his eyes a little, and shrugged. "Whatevs. Anyway. Dori, this is Trent, he's like, the only other dude in my classes, so we like, bonded or something." He pointed to the taller man with the black hair. "And this is Sang, and I think they're dating. Again. This week." The shorter man was built on the thin side, and asian but with hair tinted red over the typical jet black.

Sang balled up a paper napkin and tossed it unerringly at Kyle's face. "Ass." He said. "I kicked the hosemonster ex-girlfriend to the curb, T stop being a jealous bitch and we got over it."

"Cool. Anyway, this is my girlfriend Dori." Kyle said, with a gesture towards Dori. "She's a creative writing major. Or, I guess, will be? I dunno how that program works.." He clearly had not paid any attention to any major programs but his own.

Dori's eyes were the size of dinner plates and lit up like a Christmas tree. He called me HIS GIRLFRIEND was the only thing that ran across her mind for a long moment, over and over. She might have squeaked and she did grab his arm and hug it, her tail up and curled at the tip happily.

"Nice to meet you guys, and yeah, mostly just getting the English stuff out of the way first and," he called me his girlfriend!, "uh..." she was trying really hard not to squeak out loud, "having...f un?" Because now she was.

Sang tapped his fingertips together and said "Excellent" in a astoundingly good impression of Mister Burns, if Burns had been shortish and dyed his hair crayola crayon red. "Gibney, remind me to stalk your girlfriend next semester. I need more freshmen for the literary magazine or Versaci's going to stare at me until my head explodes." He grinned at Dori. "Student intern for the literary magazine. Unless you're going journalism, and then I'll sell you to the newspaper. They like freshmen. Freshmen are ingenuous."

"Wait, I'm the ass?" Kyle said. "And I'm teaching next semester, so dude, you're gonna have to do all the stalking yourself." Between the arm-hugging, which he didn't mind at all because there were definitely breasts being pressed up against him and realizing that maybe he should have used the g-word before because Dori was squeaking and it was actually pretty cute, he was a little distracted. Mostly by the breasts. and the short skirt.

Trent had watched this like it was a tennis match, and shrugged. "You were the ass, but now Sang's the ass for trying to get your girlfriend to join his little writing cult and for calling me a bitch." He unfolded a napkin, placed it neatly atop Sang's head and patted it gently. "Asscrown."

"The literary magazine is a cult?" Dori said somewhat absently, "Because I'd do it anyway. I actually have some stuff now that isn't fanfiction, not that I only ever write fanfiction, I write a lot of stuff, really I do."

"Yeah, a cult of writing, peer crit and sometimes paper fights when we do layout." Sang said. "And yeah, no fanfiction because then I get the armies of JK Rowling on my ass and my ass is taken, thanks." This earned him a Look from Trent, and a muffled snicker from Kyle.

"Okay, before you like, convert my girlfriend to your creepy writing cult or go have a big gay fight and then make out in the men's room." The napkin was thrown directly into Kyle's face and he spluttered a bit. "I think we are gonna to go get food and track down a girl with a camera and maybe see if Jean-Phillipe ever decided which club he was gonna buy his ticket from." He pointed with a thumb at the various banners over the entrance. "And if he actually got it through the International Students Org, I'm gonna mock him."

"I don't write Harry Potter fanfic..." Dori said, the 'anymore' that came after that almost not audible. "Oh, we're getting pictures done?" she said happily. And food, but he knew she liked food because he liked food and this entire thing was an excuse to be closer to him, "Why does it matter where he got his ticket?"

"We can. I was gonna stalk Angel until she took pictures, because hers are always fun." Kyle said. "And Sparky was like, waffling about it. It doesn't matter but it's funny and he's usually pretty hilarious when he's annoyed." He and Dori wandered away from the table. "Besides, Sang'll talk about like, the genius of Umberto Eco or whatever that dude is for hours and seriously, I don't even think that's a real name."

"Okay we can wait for Angel then and as long as he doesn't frizz my tail when you annoy him, I'm all for it," she said. She'd agree to a lot of stuff at the moment if only because she was just stoked to be out with him. Well, not ANYTHING, but quite a lot.

"If he frizzes your tail, I'll drop a drone on his head the next time I babysit him in the Danger Room." Not that Jean-Phillipe needed that much babysitting. "Mostly he'll probably just call me names in French, and I'll play dumb and then he'll go be fabulous with the LGBTQ peeps or like, go hit on someone or something."

"What's the Q for?" Dori asked, before it hit her. She just hadn't heard that added on before, "Nevermind. So, after we bother him, can we do the slow dancing?" she asked with a grin.

"As long as it's not to Air Supply. Seriously, gay love ballads." Kyle said, grinning.